Moments before seige, Palace garden, mid night at Hari Parbat fort.
Prince Tsewang sat alone in the garden. The soft rustle of leaves broke the silence under a faint breeze. His blade lay on the grass at his right.
His gaze was fixed on the dimly lit Jhoola(swinging ride) where he once pushed Princess Zara. Her laughter was still ringing in his ear. But it become more distant with each passing of time.
The air was filled with tension, as soldiers roamed the walls in preparation for defense, yet Tsewang felt strangely distant from it all. His mind drifted to happier times, when he once carried the high ambitions as Ladakhi prince and the bittersweet memory of falling in love with an enemy princess.
He knew he'd chosen a forbidden path, but deep inside he never regretted it. Princess Zara was worth the risk, as it was only with her that he spent his most beautiful moments.